Who is this me?

Cool breezes run their fingers through my hair Alabaster clouds drift by Lazy sunbeams lie in puddles on the ground Mild is the day Called by the warm wind to come and play Absolute perfection all around Lulled by whispering dove Moved by dancing leaves to twirl Collective wisps of sunshine rain upon me Attitudes mimic the day Life is too short not to play Melancholy stands not a chance until …Thunder Strikes! Pelted with icy rain till my face cries out Menopausal skies scream with pain Storm rages, relentlessly unforgiving, monstrously me